[.13] - [Voice]
[Taps a finger against the mic. His voice sounds a bit muffled, but it's clear enough to make out the accusatory:]
You.
Stop that.
[end public feed]
[Private - Voice]
I might've got through to him.
Was I really that blind before? I'd thought myself so full of humanity then, if not literal humanness than the simple qualities of that word. I cared for people, places, planets. Even allowed myself to love some, to begin weaving their threads into mine. And then what'd I do? Tangled myself up in Fate and prophecies charted by the maddest of the lot and set myself adrift in the end, full of guilt and anger and grief.
I wonder how long he's been alone. That... that bothers me more than I'll admit to him. We're not meant to be alone, not in the ways and means he sought. I've seen what comes of self-imposed exile.
[Pauses, his speech broken here and there by the odd muffle, until finally he sucks in a breath (and a mouthful of saliva). His tone turns to one of astonishment.]
Blimey, I think he knocked a molar loose... [Trailing off as he sticks a finger in his mouth, working it from side to side until]
OOG! S'rhat GIT. [Another moment of saliva-sucking and, ohjoy, something for him to wiggle.]
[Infirmary Filter]
Marfa, McCoy, et cetera- any of you lot decent with teeth?
You.
Stop that.
[end public feed]
[Private - Voice]
I might've got through to him.
Was I really that blind before? I'd thought myself so full of humanity then, if not literal humanness than the simple qualities of that word. I cared for people, places, planets. Even allowed myself to love some, to begin weaving their threads into mine. And then what'd I do? Tangled myself up in Fate and prophecies charted by the maddest of the lot and set myself adrift in the end, full of guilt and anger and grief.
I wonder how long he's been alone. That... that bothers me more than I'll admit to him. We're not meant to be alone, not in the ways and means he sought. I've seen what comes of self-imposed exile.
[Pauses, his speech broken here and there by the odd muffle, until finally he sucks in a breath (and a mouthful of saliva). His tone turns to one of astonishment.]
Blimey, I think he knocked a molar loose... [Trailing off as he sticks a finger in his mouth, working it from side to side until]
OOG! S'rhat GIT. [Another moment of saliva-sucking and, ohjoy, something for him to wiggle.]
[Infirmary Filter]
Marfa, McCoy, et cetera- any of you lot decent with teeth?